Page 65 of Knot Just A Fan

“I think we should change the subject. I just wanted to show you I’m not hiding anything anymore.” He clears his throat and tries to adjust my position on him so his cock is poking me right in the ass through my damp underwear and shorts. Despite the conversation, I can’t help but giggle.

Gray chuckles. He leans into my neck and licks my hot skin up to my ear, then whispers, “I regret all the time we didn’t have, Phillips.”

I want to worry about Willow. I know she’s going to try to stir shit, maybe even threaten to sue in order to cause more friction. Enough that they’ll just throw their hands in the air and say,This camera bitch isn’t worth it.

But I shake this off. Because right now is a second chance at the man I have a second chance with. The Alpha who’s actually fucking marked me.

“My turn,” I say, standing, then running both hands through his hair, tugging his head to my chest so his face is between my breasts. His hot breath makes my nipples harden and my slick start to make its way down my inner thighs, but I don’t remove my t-shirt.

Instead, I take his hands and lead him to the window. Floor-to-ceiling, overlooking the oceanfront. Lights bob on the beach far below, bodies moving, people still huddled for warmth now this late into the night, but it’s still unseasonably warm so some refuse to come in. The party’s over down there. But not up here.

With my thighs and hands, I pin him against the window. I lean into him, pressing myself hard into my Alpha.

“Raise your hands over your head,” I command. His eyes stay on me, laser-focused, and he acquiesces. I back up a step and nod.

“Don’t move. Keep your eyes on me,” I say. I go over to Cami’s nightstand, open the drawer, and pull out the fuzzy pink handcuffs she never leaves home without.

The handcuffs are bedazzled. I smirk.

Gray’s eyes widen as I approach with my hands behind my back. Then, still smirking, I hold out the handcuffs and yank the chain theatrically to show it’s properly secure.

On my tiptoes, I slip the handcuffs around his wrists. I considered this idea earlier, when I noticed the upper part of the huge windows are separate awning windows, with a lock and a crank fashioned into a small hook. Taking one of his hands, I secure the handcuff through the hook on the window crank. Then I step back to assess my work with a scrunched face.

“Yes, perfect height,” I purr. I’ve never seen him look so intense, his hazel eyes focused on mine like nothing else matters. “Stuck there for now.”

“Yes, I suppose I am,” he says softly. His cock is tenting his boxers like mad, so I pull these off, kneel down before him, and have a good look around, careful not to touch. A groan slips from his lips as my breath tickles his swollen tip. God, he’s so flawless.

“I want to eat you up,” I say, “But I need you to do a few things for me first.”

“Jesus, Briella.”

Slowly, I peel my t-shirt over my head, exposing my bare skin for him to feast his eyes on. I can see him instinctively try to reach for me, forgetting for a split second that he’s locked to the window. And now, his bare arse is visible to any below. Which only turns me on more.

I cranked the air-conditioning in the room after I came out of the shower, because no matter how much you spend on a hotel room, it seems like the bathroom ventilation never works. Not to mention my coming-and-going heat. So the air’s now quite cool, and my nipples utterly erect, begging for him to take them into his mouth.

Too bad he can’t move. I giggle again.

I step out of my shorts and panties, which are completely sodden now, and step as close to him as I dare. His cock points directly at my stomach, with just an inch of open space between us.

“I could cum right now just looking at you,” he says hoarsely. “Ready for a shower?”

I smile wide. I reach into a stretch, putting my hands on his wrists, pressing my lips to his neck and inhaling his rich, spicy scent.

I lick his neck up and down like he did mine a minute ago, and his cock presses up between us. I lean my breasts against his hot skin, then I step back, take them in my hands, pinch my nipples and roll them between my fingers, then reach down with one hand and trace it from my belly button to my slit.

“You’re so wet,” he says. He licks his lips, his eyes glued to my fingers sliding easily into my pussy. Then I bring it up to his lips and he sucks both fingers deep into his mouth.

“I see what you’re trying to do, you devil, but I’m absolutely able to hold back.”

“I know. You’re an Alpha, after all,” I tease. “But there’s something I want to do first. And then I’ll happily let you fuck me again.”

“Oh, I will. I will serve you in any way you desire.”

The moment has come. I get on my knees again and take the head of his cock into my mouth.

Gentle at first, with my hand circling the base just beneath the growing knot. I love that he’s clean-shaven. I can see everything, and it’s stunning. Glistening. Gorgeous.

Without warning, I engulf his cock with my mouth. Deeper and deeper into my throat with each trust, sucking and swirling my tongue around the tip, both hands squeezing the base and his balls and his knot all in turn.

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